I Like That
Minho discovers a liking to Y/N’s spunk…
“Come on Y/N,” Frypan said. “We gotta set up dinner.”
Groaning in frustration, I went back to the usual routine. Of course my job was a given the second I came up in that box- kitchen worker or textiles.
“Hey Y/N,” Gally scoffed. “What’s for dinner today?”
“Nothing you’re interested in,” I replied.
“I might be interested in something you’re cooking up…” he smirked.
“Just get in line,” I huffed.
“Oh! Pretty girl’s got some sass.”
“Leave her alone Gally…” Frypan rebutted quietly, afraid of what standing up for me would do.
“Did you say something kitchen rat?”
“He said leave her alone Block for Brains,” a familiar voice said. Sitting up from the table, Minho sighed heavily, signaling for him to cut it out.
“And what are you gonna do about it?” a fuming Gally lashed out. Edging closer to Minho, the thick atmosphere of frustration was cut by none other than Newt himself.
“Alright alright, if you two hormonal shanks are gonna settle this, do it the right way. 1 round in the ring. Fair and square. No whiners or sore losers. Agreed?” Newt offered as a solution.
“Nah. If I’m fighting anyone in that ring, it’s gonna be Y/N. No one disrespects me around here.”
“Let’s go shuckface,” I taunted. While Gally was stubby and strong, I was slim and agile.
“Y/N he’s not-”
“Butt out Minho,” I warned, pissed off that the last person I’d expected to not support me was doing just that. Walking outside of the tent and into the sand ring, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous at the fact that not only was I defending myself, but Minho as well. I was fighting for him.
“I’m not goin’ easy on you this time Y/N,” he eyed cockily. “Could’ve avoided this in the first place by being more- compliant.”
Swinging at my face, I ducked just in time to swoop under his arm and kick him from the back, grinning at the satisfying sound of him landing in the sand. Throwing punches aimlessly, he managed to land a hit on the left side of my cheek, definitely leaving a bruise.
As I glanced over to where Minho was standing, I noticed that Newt and Thomas had to pull Minho back by his shoulders as he tried his best not to interfere with the match.
Landing a hit square on his jaw, he stumbled a few steps, giving me the perfect opportunity to knee him where God only meant to be treated nicely.
I heard a roar of cheers and congratulatory pats on the back, walking back into the tent. The boys went back to dancing around the fire with their stupid drinks, and I was left to clean up after their half-eaten mess.
I heard a light rustling of leaves and turned around to see Minho looking somewhat solemn. Did I do something wrong?
“Follow me,” he said coldly. Jogging outside of the tent, I walked behind him into the medjack hut and was sat down.
“What are you-”
I hissed in pain as an alcohol soaked cloth was pressed against my cheek.
“He really got you good, didn’t he?” Minho chuckled lightly.
“I can do it myself-” I seethed.
Sighing in defeat, he resumed the process of applying the right medication to the wound.
“Why didn’t you stay quiet? You shouldn’t have said anything in the first place,” I scolded lightly.
“I got tired of seeing him push you around. It ain’t right for anyone to be treated like that.”
Listening to his soothing voice, the warmth from his hands felt like home as they were rubbing against my cheek, soothing the bruise.
“You still shouldn’t have said anything. What if you got hurt?”
“But you did,” he said, raising his voice lightly. “I should’ve gotten punched in the face, not you. Why are you so stupid sometimes Y/N? Just let me-”
When I pressed my lips against his with my hands on his arms, I felt him relax under my touch, smiling a little when his hands gripped the sides of my face.
Unable to form words, he pushed me down onto the mattress and we began kissing again.
“I can take care of myself. Not all the time, but most of the time. And I know that when I’m not able to, you’ll be there for me, and I for you,” I surrendered. “Okay?”
Instead replying, he latched his lips onto mine and grinned like a 3-year old in a candy store.
“I like that…” he smiled.